You make Ulva squirt for Lulu's videographer

Lyla leads you in to Lulu Mariner's studio, the place where she does her naked influencer videos that involve indoor activities like body care, health tips, lotions, fragrances, and exercise poses. Lyla sets your clothes bag down to one side.

Anne, Ulva, and Lulu are waiting, all of them naked, sitting in chairs with towel-covered seats.

Anne winks at you. "Party time. You know the drill, Joe."

You nod. "Mrs. Campion."

Anne shivers. She feels it still, strongly. She used to think "Anne" was proper address when you were hook-up partners. Calling her "Ms. Campion" made her a sexual predator, an abusive boss. Now when you say "Mrs. Campion," it makes her tingle. Maybe you're more like Johnny Bravo or a Ken doll than Mrs. Peel's partner Steed. But if Anne wants a blonde himbo pool boy as a consort to her long-limbed, dangerous auburn-haired Mrs. Peel, you'll take it.

"I see you weren't packing, Joe," Lulu says, nodding admiringly at your hard-on.

"You see what I have to deal with, Lulu?" Anne says. "He's like this all the time now!"

You're Anne's dick-in-a-box hostess gift. You like that.

Lyla steps to the side. Invisible woman, you think. Lulu's videographer, capturing some keepsakes from today. Keep me in mind, she'd told you. Huh. The Pickup Artist's guide would say that Lyla's buzzed silver hair, work vest, hip harness and angry pussycat tattoo all mean "dyke". But maybe for Lyla, it just means Not Your Bitch.

You step up to Ulva Lupino's chair. Anne's lawyer gives you a hungry look and a slow blink, batting her dark eyelashes.

"Ms. Lupino, would you like the first dance?" You extend a hand. She takes it, her own hand displaying fingers tipped with pointed nails in deep, glossy red like they were dipped in blood.

Ulva pulls herself up to stand facing you, barefoot, meeting you eye to eye.She purses her blood-red lips. Woof, woof, she mouths, then smiles. She turns to Anne. "Put your boy in me, Anne. I liked what we did last time. I want to be bitch-fucked again."

"You are a kinky bitch, Counselor," Anne says. "I respect that."

Ulva smiles, cool as a cucumber, raises one eyebrow, and nods. From one kinky bitch to another, you imagine.

Anne lets out a bark of laughter. "All fours, Ms. Lupino," she commands. "Down, girl. Arse up!" Anne lands a spank on each cheek of Ulva's smooth, tight buttocks. She leans close and sniffs. "You are so ready, girl." She strokes up and down Ulva's labia, gently parting the inner lips. "And so wet for my boy."

Lulu Mariner is staring, open-mouthed. She licks her lips and blinks. When she catches you looking, she closes her mouth and composes her expression to a milder version of eager interest. But Lulu's hand stays between her thighs, cupping and squeezing, as Anne dabbles her fingers between Ulva's pussy lips.

"Joe, come here," Anne says, pointing down between Ulva's knees. "You're the rocket. Send this bitch to the Moon."

With your knees settled, Anne grasps your shaft and coaches you forward. Ulva's dark curls tickle your dick head as you enter her. Ulva's soft, steady sighs drop to a loud groan.

"AWWWWHHHyes," Ulva groans. "Slow. Oh. Oh. Oh YES, FUCK!"

You glance up. Lulu's lips are slack, again, open, as she stares at Anne's lawyer taking your dick. Lyla dances forward with a little videocam and catches a close-up of your dick spearing Ulva's cunt. Anne's hand is still present, guiding you. Then Lyla steps back, disappearing again.

"Start pronging, Joe," Anne says.

Anne amuses herself with little slaps on Ulva's buttocks, left right left right, as you make slow, shallow thrusts.

Ulva whines with frustration. "What the fuck, Anne, you... UHHHHH." Ulva's hips roll, grinding back at your dick.

Anne chuckles. She slides over, bends down, and captures the nipples of Ulva's full, firm breasts. She whispers something in Ulva's ear.

"Anne, you b..., ah, ah, ah," Ulva says. "Oh SHIT." Her body quivers and her head ducks low, her permed black curls bouncing.

Lulu sucks in a breath. She's pinching a nipple in one hand as she stares at Ulva. Her other hand is making little squeeze squeeze squeeze motions over her pussy.

Lyla and her camera are a bare flicker in the corner of her eye.

"Joe. Fuck me. Now," Ulva says urgently.

"Yeah!" You hold tight to Ulva's hips and put some swing into it.

Ulva's voice is loud, high, and ragged as she moans with each thrust, thrusting back at you. You hold on to her hips as you meet each other's quick, short thrusts. "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!" Ulva calls out. "Oh GOD!" Her head strains downward, the muscles of her neck, back and shoulders standing out as her body tenses. Her cunt, tight to start with, squeezes down tighter. "AhhhhEEEEEE!"

Squirt! Ulva splashes your balls.

Lulu gasps.

Anne chuckles. "Got her, Joe. Got her." She's holding onto Ulva's nipples as Ulva's orgasm rolls on.

You feel your balls tighten. Your cock root pulses.

Ulva keeps moaning and grinding on your dick. Again. Squirt! Squirt! splashes your balls.

You call out, "Ulva here I come, here I come!"

You hold on tight and bash your last few thrusts into Counselor Lupino's hot, tight cunt. A warm, hazy glow flows across your body. You're still hard inside her.

Anne laughs and pushes back, getting back into her chair.

Ulva stays where she is. She folds her arms into a cradle and rests her bowed head. You can feel little quivers as her body shakes and her pussy squeezes down in an irregular beat.

Finally Ulva collapses forward. Lyla tiptoes up to catch a closeup of Anne's lawyer's pussy, wet with her pussy juice and squirt, creamed with your seed, sliding off your cock. Ulva settles down to lie in a heap on the floor mattress.

"He's still hard!" Lulu says.

Anne raises her shoulders. "Like I said. Gets hard when the wind blows. I suppose I could take credit. Since I moved him in, he's hard all the time."

"I want to see him do you," Lulu says.

Lulu's face is flushed and her eyes are bright. Her firm little tits are tipped with diamond-hard nipple erections. She's squeezing both of them. She's sitting in her chair with knees spread, her pussy lips are swollen and parted.

"Well, Mr. Campion, would you care to rehearse for our wedding night?" Anne asks.

You offer Anne your hand. Anne springs up and embraces you, your wet dick head pressing against her slightly firmer, slightly rounder belly. Baby on board,, you think. Our baby.

Ulva raises her head and blinks. "You'd better marry her, Joe. I want to know where to find you when I need another ride."

"Counselor," you say. "You can count on me. You wrote the papers yourself."

Ulva crows with laughter. "I absolutely did," she says.

You clear your throat. "I guess we better set up another floor mattress, unless someone has another idea. You want me to wash up?"

"No, Mr. Campion," Anne says. "I absolutely love it when you fuck me with your prick wet and stinking from my lawyer's pussy while she's lying wrecked on the floor." She laughs. "Last time you wrecked two lady lawyers. Yours and mine. We should get you a business card."

Lyla fiddles with something in the corner, bent over a table. Her naked buns point your direction, a double handful, a little soft. If she gets a turn with you, maybe she should be on top.

When you FUCK Ulva, choose: She cums (+1 XP), no trouble, take +1 Forward.

You have 2 XP, Hard +2 (with Fucking Huge), Hot +2 (with Charming), Cool 0, Control -1, and the Character Moves Always Hard and Group Sex.

With Always Hard, you don't need to pause even if you cum.

Using +1 Forward for Anne, you have 9 + 2 + 1 = 12. On a 10+, choose three. She cums, no trouble, and ...? Lulu's turn is third, with the same choices.